lime-blinded

Updated: May 5, 2025

And and I don't know what keeps me from slippin' my knife into that white throat o' yourn, except it is as you don't look not a morsel dashed, nor skeared, you don't; no more than you was that first night as ever I see your face. And I wish my eyes had been lime-blinded first, and I'd been dead and rotting in my grave." With anything like a contest, as usual, Maud's courage came back.

G. J. (George John) Whyte-Melville - M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur."